As a new college professor, I was still getting used to being back on a campus. I had spent a few years after graduating in private industry before deciding to go back for my doctoral studies. During those studies, I knew that my calling lied in teaching and started looking for a university position. I certainly enjoyed the academic portion of my profession, but seeing the beautiful young coeds prance around campus was a big bonus!
I first met Lori at teacher/student interviews after the first week of classes. She was in one of my larger philosophy classes, so I hadn't noticed her sitting in the back. We talked for nearly two hours and got along famously. I was intrigued by her playful yet intelligent demeanor and how engrossed she was in the conversation. Mature beyond her years, Lori talked about everything from school to hobbies to the sorority she had joined last semester, when she was still a freshman. Now that she was an "upperclassman," she was thrilled to have a "little sister" that was pledging the sorority.
Of course, much of my interest in Lori was based on her looks. A stunning 19-year old sophomore, she reminded me of one of my favorite old-school porn stars, Lexus Locklear. Lori wore extremely short jeans shorts that exposed her long, tan and shapely teen legs. The green Abercrombie & Fitch tank top hugged her well shaped breasts. I could see the straps of a purple bra underneath and was sure that it contained some of the finest tits on campus.
Lori ended up being one of my most enthusiastic and successful students. We talked after class for a few minutes at least once a week, but always about academics. Of course as much as I wanted to get in her pants, I still had to abide by the college's student/teacher relationship clause. I was also sure that she got plenty of attention from the boys on campus and had no interest in a professor 10 years her senior. It wasn't until I ran into Lori and her little sister, Erica, at a bar on Friday night that I even thought about the possibility of sex (ok, I had thought about it numerous times, but not seriously!). Being there with several of my colleagues, though, I knew that I couldn't act on my beer-induced desires.
Lori saw me from across the bar and came over to introduce me to Erica. Erica was a freshman engineering major, not normally the educational discipline for Tri-Delt sorority girls. She was, of course, the hottest engineering student I had ever laid eyes on. A delicate brunette, she was a shy stunner with pale skin, freckles and a fabulous figure shown off in a flouncy pink miniskirt and a white mid-riff top. I checked out her incredible legs and saw that she was wearing a pair of 4-inch white heels with straps that ran up her calves. A very well-coordinated outfit, it was just a little trampy too. In fact, with her back to me, I almost thought that her skirt was short enough that I caught a glimpse of the cheeks of her ass.
Despite holding up a conversation, my mind was thinking solely about how hot Lori looked. She too was dressed in sorority-girl uniform: jeans micro-mini skirt, tight black shirt that showed a lot of cleavage and a little bit of mid-riff, and black strappy heels. The heels looked so good on her french-manicured feet…I imagined how they would look on either side of my head!
As I snapped back to reality, Erica was asking about the other classes that I taught. It sounded like she was burned out by the heavy engineering workload and wanted to take an elective course next semester. Halfway through the conversation, a new song started up on the dance floor and Lori pulled Erica behind her to dance. They looked extremely hot dancing together, occasionally touching one another on the arm or holding hands. I knew that they were there to pick up frat boys or football players, so I reluctantly turned back to the conversation with my less-interesting colleagues.
After another hour or so, we'd had about enough and decided to leave. As we said farewell to one another in the parking lot, I realized that I'd left my credit card with the bartender. I went back inside to retrieve it and was met by Lori coming off the dance floor.
"I saw you leave and thought you weren't going to say goodbye," she said with a fake pout.
"I'm sorry, I thought you were off dancing with your friends," I replied. "I enjoyed talking with you tonight. Will I see you in class on Monday?"